she suggested that i write a novel, when
i noted that she walked briskly to the post
box, dressed suitably.
i do not copy plagiarise
or write about my friends.
on consideration the issue i had with shampoo
may have started in my youth. she said soap
was good enough for me. i found it sticky and
told.
they decided on the children’s home as
if it was true regarding my worth.
last week i bought a pleasant blend, decanted
into a special bottle
like an elixir.
i also bought soap.
just now a helicopter flew low.
i saw the pilot.
sbm.